Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Robbers

I got up at half past
Forty-four robbers my door
Forty-four and maybe
What the hell want me for?
faces and gap-tooth grins
Ain't no way I'm them in

No way, you come in
robbers stinkin' of gin
Uh huh, I lettin' you in
I'll hit you with a pin
So can't hurt a fly

Get in my way and sure as hell try
Kick butt down the block
Can't wait for the cops

Fifty and fifty thieves
Starring at the on my street
Shit, over my there's Popeye and Bluto
Looking nasty can I my judo?
It's always this going out alone
So damn scared never leave home

No way, you can't in
Forty-four stinkin' of gin
Uh huh, I lettin' you in
I'll hit you with a pin
So small hurt a fly

Get in my way and sure as hell try
Kick butt down the block
Can't yellin' for the cops

I've got my freedom, got my pride
All means nothin' the men outside
Puffing and preening and strutting stuff
my way out, had enough
Give me justice, hand it now
Gotta get a gun or maybe leave town, see ya

Sly Stallone and Al
Are me grief on the telephone
All I want is a Swiss sarnie
When at the deli big Arnie
Hey Jean-Claude, aside
That taxi's mine, I'm that ride

When I go out to get the paper
What's my man to think someone rape her
I'm just a beer on my own
Don't mean Hogan can take me home

Got my mace but my loud-as-fuck
So I just pray the Epistles
For help to come, someday
Until I'll stay in my room